The Halliwell house

 "The Halliwell house was silent under the moonlight. The attic was quiet, the Book of Shadows neatly arranged, the candles burned out since noon.

Piper sat in the bedroom, holding little Wyatt, who was sleeping soundly in her arms. His cheeks were rosy, his breathing was gentle, and his golden hair shone like a small ray of sunlight. Beside him, Leo leaned against the doorframe, silently watching his wife and son, as if afraid that the slightest movement would break this moment.

Piper whispered softly, not taking her eyes off her son:

“Do you think… with all that lies ahead, you’ll have a chance at a peaceful childhood?”

Leo stepped closer, sitting down beside her. He placed his hand on Piper’s shoulder, as light as the wind.

“I can’t promise that. But I promise… you’ll always know how much you’re loved.”

They both looked at Wyatt—a being with magic more powerful than any Elder had ever known. But right now… he was just a child. And the only thing in his parents' eyes was innocence, purity.

Piper smiled, tears falling silently:

""Do you know how afraid I was that I wouldn't be a good mother? With all the responsibilities, all the dangers...""

Leo gently wiped away the tears:

""You're a warrior, a wife, and now a mother. I've never seen anyone as strong as you.""

They fell silent. There was only the ticking of the clock, the gentle wind outside the window, and the sound of their hearts beating in unison.

Suddenly Wyatt's lips moved in his sleep, then he chuckled. Piper and Leo laughed along, whispering at the same time:

""Everything can change... but this moment, is forever.""

And so, no magic, no saving the world, just a wife - a husband - and the child they were willing to sacrifice everything to protect."